Capítulo 401: Chapter 404

In the palace in the Blood Sea, Daoist Wen Jing's ghostly figure floated forward and circled around the Asura girl. Then, she opened her red lips and blew a wisp of aura beside her ear.

Although the young girl tried her best to endure it, her face still blushed slightly. Her silver-white hair fluttered gently.

Wen Jing smiled and said, "She's really a good seedling. It's a pity to send her to the spiritual mountain. Few of the old Daoists there know how to get rid of her charms."

"Wen Jing, the ancestor's sword is an important token of our race."

In the corner, the hoarse voice continued, "We have already submitted to the spiritual mountain. The Primordial Massacre Sword is in the hands of His Highness. There is no loss to the spiritual mountain."

"I will relay your message without missing a single word." Daoist Wen Jing chuckled and brushed her fingertips across the silver-haired girl's face. "However, I can't decide if they are useful or not."